Thirty-Eight

The inside of the church or spiritual center as Annie called it, was about how you’d imagine but a lot simpler. White walls, a light hardwood floor, a few pews, various small tables with candles and symbols from different religions. Large windows with flowing curtains run the length of the building and at the far end stands an older man in an orange robe and next to him is James.

His hair is neatly combed and he’s wearing a form fitting black suit. Where’d he’d gotten it or when he’d had time to get it was beyond me, but as he locks eyes with me I don’t care.

I don’t care about anything except James and the way he’s looking at me.

Annie and Georgie stand on either side of me, each one holding an arm as we walk down the makeshift isle. That walk feels like it takes forever and at the same time like it took two steps and then I was in front of James who had a look of pure wonder on his face and tears in his eyes.

“You look..” he says softly as his eyes trail over me.

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